What choice did you really have?

You bit your lip, feeling your own enamels threatening to penetrate through skin. "If I do this, will you promise to let me go?"

Moments passed before Richards roguish smile widened. He gave an easygoing shrug. "Fine. Sure. Whatever gets that attire off you, aye?"

The thought of vocally agreeing to that was too embarrassing of a thought that you'd much rather just dig a hole and crawl within it. So you didn't, and instead wordlessly placed a palm over the hand tugging at the cloth that hid your legs before pressuring it down, hearing Richard audibly ****, clearly taken aback by the unexpected permission that soon gave way to a single-minded eagerness which saw you one article of clothing short and leaving you shivering as a chilling gust of wind blew pass.

"Alright now Koby, come here."

Richard urged, tapping his lap with one hand after sitting down on the chair you had previously occupied while the other went and unclasped the cloak around his shoulders.

"This should be enough to stave the frost away while we enjoy ourselves, just make sure to wrap it around yourself from behind so we don't need to fiddle with it too much."

"Do I have to?" Despite your whimpering, you slowly began to approach, your own hands dipping to the undergarments that kept your privates contained and tossing the underwear aside after removing them.

Richard, rather than admire how clean shaven your legs were, addressed you with a pointed look.

"Would you prefer your balls to freeze solid then?" He asked, shaking his head before resuming as he tossed the furred cloak which you caught and bashfully wrapped around your lower half.

"I admit, I'm a bastard alright, but I much prefer seeing my lovers pleased — it really strokes ones ego like none other."

This time it was your turn to frown to which Richard simply replied with an easygoing shrug

"That and I did promise I'd take care of you." He added.

"Oh shut up." You snapped at what you saw as a poor excuse, flushing upon hearing him whistle at the sight of you presenting yourself. That embarrassment swiftly morphed into a sneer however when you saw him lather his noticeably large member with his own spit in preparation.

He noticed your reaction and gave an irate huff "Hey, don't look at me like that. I highly doubt you're in the mood to suck me off here along with this weather, so I'm doing this to make sure I don't hurt your sweet bum once we seal the deal, alright? This is more so for you than it is for me."

For a split-second your old sensibilities returned with a vengeance, causing you to second-guess yourself right as you're about to sit on your would-be lovers thigh.

"Argh! Come on!" Said would-be lover exclaimed at the visible pause, and right as you were about to make your decision on whether or not you should cut your losses and leave instead, the choice was harshly taken away when you felt a set of firm hands impatiently grabbing either side of your hips and pull.

"Ah!"

You yelped before going deathly still at the feeling of something foreign and so very very wrong poking and twitching at the entrance of your bottom, not quite yet penetrating with how surprisingly unyielding your snatch is and even Richard curse under his breath, awed at the resistance in display before forcing his hips fowards-

Surely one could be forgiven for panicking at the apex of this queer moment?

"Wait! Wait wait wait, please— WAIT!"

"Alright, alright what is it now!?" Richard snapped, his arms raised to block the incoming barrage of hands slapping and pushing for the man to stop, the frustrations of being denied his prize not at all helped when Richard heard a low, feeble sound croaking from the base of your throat.

"Please..." You nervously began, and he had to resist bucking up all the way when his gaze met your trembling blues glistening with unshed tears, the sensual sight accentuated by a hand gingerly cupping your left cheek.

"Please be gentle."

The tender voice unlike any you had used before, especially in regards to him, awoke something within Richard.

A strangled gasps and a telling squelch pierced the gentle noise of air breezing into your post, and you soon found that you're completely at a loss on what to do in this moment of absolution as the tightness of your orifice gave way to the wet, turgid shaft spearing into your ass without warning, taking it all as is with nothing to fall back on but improvised lube and sheer **** of will.

"NYAAAGH! OHMYGODOHMYGOOOD!" You squealed, certain that something might have just torn whereas Richard could only shout his approval, shuddering weakly at each inch buried as if celebrating some sort of debauched milestone.

There are no words to describe how incredible you felt at that instant and the strength to even think of a word was a task promptly proving to be too herculean and beyond, especially with how obsessively you're suddenly focusing on the thick rod resting all the way beneath your navel, a second of silent incredulity passed before a small dithering hand absentmindedly rubbed approximately where you're sure you felt it knock.

A smile too impossible to describe with the range of emotion it contained spread across your face.

"Ha... Hahaha... Hahaha..." You began to laugh, you couldn't *not* to. This is insane, utterly insane and that's what made it so morbidly hilarious to you. Your hand continued to rub above your pelvic region, the smile plastered on your face decisively set to pure mania at the fact that you can *feel* its hardness. It is subtle and required no small amount of push that is definitely uncomfortable, but it all gave way each time you brushed against the faintly hard, bulbous head despite the layers of flesh between it and your fingers.

A little part of you cracked when your other hand traced down your belly towards the odd soreness exuding in the middle of your crouch, and found that you were painfully erect. Denials of ever enjoying this died a woeful ****, forming a hard lump in your throat which you had to swallow down before raising your arms, wrapping them around your lovers nape, pulling him close enough to kiss his temple and your manic smile melted into a gentle, curve when Richard cracked his closed eyes open to find himself staring back into your own, the dark pupils shrunken like pinpricks in amazement that yes, this is actually fucking happening.

You felt so thoroughly defeated, understanding right then and there that you've passed the point of no return.

After several seconds of making sure you've adjusted, Richard slowly began to move. Your eyes rolled in their sockets, almost seeming to vanish with how tiny the ice-blue iris' had become, and your mouth hung loosely in dazed astonishment when your studly lover *pulled* his hips back. This was it! And no sooner did that thought came did you find that it is totally impossible to muster the mental fortitude to contain your voice, so you didn't and with little reservation, let it all free, gasping and mewling your sweet delights as Richard rammed his fat rod deep into the depths of your heat.

A sultry moan tears its way from your lips, the sound emboldening your partner to push with greater vigor while savoring the euphoric sensation of your sensitive prostrate being poked, prodded and squished with each buck that tore your inhibitions down, thrust by heart-stopping thrust, feeling the crown of his phallus drag excruciatingly slowly before propelling forwards with devastating results to your sexuality.

Richard groaned as the man bounced you atop his thigh, appreciating each sublime feeling gripping his cock by pushing you down and down and *down*, leading to your mind practically melting into an almost fuck-drunk mush when his following action was to grind you upon his length, and your reverence rose to new heights upon realizing that he still had more yet to give inside.

Suddenly, your lover gently bit at the tip of your ear, causing you to writhe atop him instinctively and then gasping with particular loudness when you felt him knowingly smirk. He knows, you thought, he knows you know that this wasn't quite his all. Then, he let go, and his next words had not just sent you over the edge, but literally careened you down the entire mountain.

"Gods you feel so fucking good! I should have fucking done this sooner. You're so much better than the women back home."

"OH FUCK!" You couldn't help but blissfully scream, pleased both by the admission and the casual dominance you're being subjected to. Your back instinctively arched with each crescendo of pleasure, feeling as if your spine was being struck in all the right, pleasant ways as you stuck out your bubbly rear to meet the rising tempo of his rhythm, the pliant flesh rippling so awesomely that Richard couldn't resist slapping it just to see the them jiggle hypnotically with every spank that blanketed your senses in white numbing static whilst your meagre manhood spewed, hands free, uncontrollably from all excitement mixing into one shuddering high.

****NNNNGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"**

You didn't so much as screamed but rather howled as everything fell away in the face of a premature and utterly emasculating ejaculation. Ivory seed dampened the spot the mushroom head of your dick poked with more splurting out and caking the furs in fertile slime, each burst feeling greater than the last as their intended purposes are wasted, left to be forever unfulfilled.

Still you continued to howl, voice an octave higher for every millisecond that passed to the point that there was a genuine danger that you might forever lose the ability to speak with how ruinously you're treating your throat. That concern would fortunately not come to pass when a pair of lips silenced your plight from the world.

You were so out of it, so completely enamored by your subsiding jism and the raw and tingling, pulsing sensation on your almost iron-clad prick that you didn't at all put up a struggle against the invading tongue wrestling against your own, treating you exactly like a slutty catamite should be; violated from top the bottom simultaneously while erupting with their liquid lust.

But even then, your muffled cries hadn't abated in its volume in the least — the opposite rather, all due to Richard suddenly lurching onwards with you in tow, the heavy cloak hiding the messy scene underneath falling to the floor with a noticeable "POMF" while the wooden chair crashed sideways to the ground as he stood, retracting his hips aaaall the way back until only the crown of his manhood remained inside your poor, abused sphincter.

You briefly considered your perilous situation, held up by your legs over an angrily swollen pillar about to permanently mold your backside to its thick girth, and felt a small part of the old koby snow imploring for you to see reason and attempt to flee before it is too late.